Cerianna nestled under Yaakov’s chin, warmed by his embrace, mesmerized by the distant lights of the new city. Yaakov listened, riveted to Professor Gidgiddoni’s presentation regarding the anthropological discovery.
“They had 120 years to perfect their mutation for survivability. While outwardly rejecting prophecy, some attempted circumvention by genetic manipulation, just in case. Can anyone tell me why they engineered these dorsal appendages?”
Silence. Bewilderment. The cold breeze distracted the students. Yaakov spoke.
“Radiation of extreme body heat caused by enhanced metabolism. Oxygen absorption while submerged.”
“Correct. Still, none of them survived.”
“Is it alien?” interjected Cerianna.
“No, Sweetie. It’s antediluvian.”
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